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Bones
If I could,in fact
walk the land of the dead
I would kiss their lips
and twist my arms to the sky
dancing on the bones of loved ones
perfecting my
Note:Not done with this one either.Help?
walk the land of the dead
I would kiss their lips
and twist my arms to the sky
dancing on the bones of loved ones
perfecting my
Note:Not done with this one either.Help?
Published 22nd Mar 2012
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Anonymous
22nd Mar 2012 3:22am
then why post it? Are you looking to collaborate? If so, maybe I can help...
perfecting my sorrowful rhythm
does remorse need celebration?
Demeaning a memory needs no revelation,
when trespassing upon death's haunted nation
his bones know how to rattle with tension
especially when I am about to become even more saddened,
now that your bones are alone...
perfecting my sorrowful rhythm
does remorse need celebration?
Demeaning a memory needs no revelation,
when trespassing upon death's haunted nation
his bones know how to rattle with tension
especially when I am about to become even more saddened,
now that your bones are alone...
